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Poems of Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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On The Water
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The sound of bank and water is all I hear, The sad resignation of a weeping spring Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear, And the birch leaves' vague quivering.
I do not see the river bear the boat along The flowering shore flits past, and I remain; And in the watery depths that I skim, The reflected blue sky flutters like a curtain.
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